While Emily knows our unborn child in a way only a mother can, I feel as if I know nothing at all.
In hopes of changing that, I put our little one in the proverbial hot seat to find out, among other things, what initial impressions s/he has formed about his/her father.
I still remember it clearly. I was in fourth grade, sitting at the dinner table as my parents and brother argued. Again. He was struggling with algebra, they wanted to get him a tutor. 60 Minutes-worthy stuff, I know, but given our family’s Pollyanna-ness, these altercations registered as war.
As the voices around me rose, the voice in my head found clarity: I would never talk back. Ever.